Putting off till later...the Packing I ought to do now

It's vacation day! Leaving for Wichita around 3:30--my first time ever to make the drive (as driver) without parental supervision! I know, it's overdue...but i have a thing about highways. It's time. It'll be good. Friends are going with me and we'll sing happy songs if I start to freak :) Like "Heigh-Ho!", "The Bare Necessities," and "I'm as Corny as Kansas in August." Get ready!
One poem, and One song are on today's agenda. The song'll be a little off, since it won't be sung...but the lyrics amuse me some. It's called "Oracle"...and is a dialogue between a young woman and possibly the world's most unhelpful oracle. It has a lullabye tone, slow tempo. The poem is some lines written late last night, lying in bed, and early this morning, over a toasted bagel (with cream cheese and spinach), orange juice, and lovely Sidamo coffee roasted at Doubleshot. It's reads fairly fragmented, but...it says what I felt. This'll probably be it till Monday, so I hope you all have a great weekend!

Oracle

Verse 1:
"Green, yellow, red, blue
Will my dreams come true?"
"Blue, red, yellow, green--
What dreams do you mean?"
I saw someone tall and dark,
Sleeping in a golden park--
Will my love be rich and handsome?"
"I can give no answer."

V2:
"Two, four, six, eight,
Please, what will be my fate?"
"Eight, six, four, two--
If I tell what will you do?"
"If it's happy, full of light,
I will kiss my love tonight.
If it's tragic, I'll just die!"
"I should warn you--I might lie."

V3:
"Apples, peaches, cherries, pears,
Who, what, when, and why and where?"
"Pears, cherries, apple pie--
Gaze into my glass eye.
Pains you think you'll never bear
Will be born, so don't despair.
Joys you fear you'll never know--
Maybe yes, and maybe no.
Do not worry, do not fret,
Much will be that isn't yet."

Lines Written Over Breakfast :)

A timorous "yes" sits in my mind
While "no" invades my heart.
Conflicting wants, competing needs,
Fear tearing me apart...

There's some men who meet their Maker,
Others know their mind--
I'm losing both, working to please
Both mortal and divine.

Yet crippled men run straight, to God,
The dying glow with grace--
And I reflect the glory of
The One I cannot face.

If all that I desired were
What He desired, too,
I would not try to hide away
From what I'm meant to do.